Undeniable Page 4

  It takes her a second to spot me. I know she is looking for my usual Jaguar.

  Her smile grows as I jump out and open the passenger door for her.

  "Nice dress," I whisper close to her neck. Just before closing the door, I add, "That better be all you're wearing."

  She doesn't answer, but by the way her cheeks fill with pink, I know my good girl has followed my instructions.

  Once I'm back in the driver's seat, I lean over and give her a kiss. Damn, she tastes so good. My tongue probes her lips, sliding past the flavored gloss and into her sweet mouth.

  "Nice car," she says after our kiss ends.

  "Do you like it?"

  "I do."

  I put the convertible in gear, and we make our way toward the campus's main drag. "Good, I debated on the color."

  She scans the silver hood. "It's classy. I like it."

  I reach into the cup holder and pull out a key fob. Handing it to her, I say, "That's good because it's yours."

  The color drains from her face. "What? No. I can't."

  "You're the woman I love and will soon be Mrs. Matthew Hamilton. My wife can't be taking the bus and Ubers."

  "But it's too much. I can't pay you back."

  I let my hand reach for her thigh. "You don't have to. All you have to do is be you. That makes me happy." My fingers grip tighter.

  "Matt?” Her head turns from side to side. “This is, umm, open. People can see."

  She's right, it is open. The top is down and so are the windows. I watch as her long hair blows around her face. She's a vision.

  "I believe that I promised you something,” I say as my hand moves higher. “As it is, I'm already beyond my time schedule."

  "Matt..."

  "Lift that skirt, Sophie, let me see that pretty blonde pussy."

  Her shiny lip disappears behind her teeth as she slowly lifts the skirt of her sundress. Inch by inch she exposes her tanned, fit thighs.

  "Spread those legs. I want to see your come, the way it shines in the sunlight."

  Through the top of her dress, her nipples harden, tenting the material. "Beautiful, tell me there's no bra under there."

  "I'm not wearing a bra," she whispers.

  "Fuck, keep lifting that dress."

  Her breathing quickens as we enter the freeway. "Matt?"

  The bucket seats are low. That doesn't mean that some trucker or maybe even a horny mom in a minivan can't see down, but they can't unless they're looking. I don't plan to let her be exposed that long, but fuck, I need to see her.

  "Sophie." My tone isn't asking.

  I suck in a breath as she bunches her dress near her waist. On the soft leather is her bare ass. Her neatly trimmed blonde bush is barely visible. It's the glistening come on her thighs that has my attention.

  "I need to taste you."

  She turns toward me, waiting. When she said her fantasy was a man to teach her and show her, it's become my life's mission. I adore the way she listens and obeys. "Finger yourself and let me taste you."

  "Oh, Matt."

  "Now."

  Her fingers spread her folds as one disappears inside her.

  "How does it feel?"

  "Good, but not as good as when you do it."

  "That's it. Now add another. Your pussy is used to my cock. One of your little fingers isn't going to do it." Her tits heave as she adds another finger. "Get them nice and wet." My cock grows even harder as I remember to watch the traffic. "Now let me suck them."

  Fucking nectar.

  I taunt her finger with my tongue, sucking and licking. By the time I'm done, her head is against the seat, and even with her sunglasses on, I can tell her eyes are closed.

  "Tell me what you're thinking."

  "I'm thinking that if you don't fuck me soon, I may combust."

  I laugh. "I thought we were going to dinner."

  She shakes her head. "Pizza delivery at your house."

  "Is that an order?"

  "Yes, Sir, it is."

  I reach over and pull down her dress. "We're getting off the freeway.” I look into her blue eyes. “That pretty pink pussy is only for me. We're not showing it to the neighbors."

  As soon as I pull into the garage, I release my seatbelt. The garage door is closing as I walk around and open her door. I reach for Sophie's hand, helping her from the car. Help is a nice way to say that I pull her into my arms and slam the door.

  Spinning her back toward the car, I whisper, my voice rumbling menacingly near her ear. "Do as you’re told. Hold on to that door because I'm taking you right here, right now."

  "Fuck yes."

  “Yes?”

  Her breathing is labored. “Yes, Sir.” Her small hands grip the top of the door as I use my knee to spread her legs. In a quick ninja move, my belt is undone, fly unzipped, and boxers pushed low.

  With my dick in my hand, I line it up with her perfect pussy. No buildup. No foreplay—unless the car counts. And I slam into her.

  "Oh, Matt!"

  Balls deep, I fill her completely, over and over. It isn't until I notice her blanching fingers that I even register the sound of us coming together. She's so fucking wet; it's like a tiny slip-and-slide tunnel squeezing my cock. Each thrust is bliss.

  In the few weeks Sophie and I've been together, I love the way she's opened up. There's nothing shy about her, the way she loves making love. She's the most responsive woman I've ever known.

  "God, Matt, don't stop."

  I have no plans to stop, ever.

  "Harder!"

  Pulling her ass higher, I do as she says, harder and faster, my body pounding against her ass until we both explode. It is a fucking free fall from a thousand feet up as we float back to earth.

  I lean down, still connected, and kiss her neck. "Hi, sweetness, I’ve missed you. How were your last few days of college?"

  She cranes her neck toward me. Even in the dimly lit garage, I can see the sparkle in her blue eyes. "I thought they were good. But nothing compares to this." She stretches her neck to kiss me. “I’ve missed you too.”

  “Me or my cock?”

  “Both.”

  I move in and out of her. It's like I'm perpetually hard in her presence. Even a cataclysmic orgasm doesn't take away my erection. "How about slow this time?"

  Her head drops forward. "Only if you make me come like that again."

  "Challenge accepted."

  Sophie

  Wearing only Matt's shirt, I cuddle next to him on the couch. Some football game is playing on his giant TV as I nibble a slice of pizza. It seems like I'm always hungry, but when I eat, my stomach gets all upset.

  He looks at me with concern in his green eyes. "Sophie, you need to eat more." His grin returns. "I know I've already used up more than one slice of pizza's strength, and I'm not letting you leave until I fuck you at least two more times."

  I shake my head. "I thought old men couldn't get it up."

  Matt reaches for the plate and sets it on the floor as his body covers mine. He's changed from his early suit pants into jeans. The way they hang low on his hips should be illegal, especially when he's not wearing a shirt.

  "Oh, you're going to regret that," he warns. "I don't think I'm returning you to your dorm until tomorrow morning. You'll find out just how long I can stay up."

  I giggle as he leans forward and sucks my nipple.

  "I swear that all this attention is making your tits bigger."

  I laugh. "Are you saying they're too small?"

  He leans back and his eyes narrow. "Sophie, when was your last period? I don't remember you ever having one."

  My chin drops to my chest. I knew this was coming, I just didn't know how to be the one to bring it up.

  Matt lifts my chin. His green eyes are now wide with wonder and a sense of expectancy. "Have you had one? Since...us?"

  I shake my head and quickly shrug. "You said you wanted a baby."

  He jumps off me, off the couch. It's comical because his jeans are unzip
ped and the tip of his cock is peeking over his boxers. Yet for the first time, he's not thinking about sex. He's grinning from ear to ear. "Are you sure?"

  Though I nod, I say, "I haven't taken a test, but I'm late, really late. Like two weeks. From what I read, you probably got your wish. It probably happened our first night."

  He reaches for my hands and pulls me off the couch. "Sophie, I don’t say it enough. I love you.” His hand goes to my stomach. “And I already love our baby. We need to celebrate. This is the best news ever."

  All of a sudden, Matt pulls me through the open glass doors onto the pool deck.

  "Matt, I'm” —I look down at his half-buttoned shirt I’m wearing— “not dressed."

  "This is where it all started.” He gestures around the pool deck. “This is where I want to marry you. Here, at our house. We'll go tomorrow and buy you the wedding dress of your dreams, and then to the jewelry store for the biggest ring. Lastly, we'll go talk to your grandparents." His brows knit together. "I know they'll probably hate me at first, but I'll swear on my life to be the best husband to their granddaughter and best father to their great-grandchild."

  "We talked about waiting."

  "That was when it was just us. Now it's” —he motions between us— “us.”

  "Maybe I should take a test."

  "Oh, I need to call Becky!"

  Her name brings back my shock at seeing her. My steps stutter as I fall into one of the cushioned chairs still wearing only his shirt. "You know we used to be best friends?"

  Matt sits beside me. "Why do you look sad? You can be again. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see you."

  "Does she know…about us?"

  He tilts his head. "She knows I'm seeing someone."

  "She does? You talk?"

  "Of course we talk. Sophie, I love being a dad. I love my daughter. I'll love all my children." He squeezes my hand. "All of them. Sophie, we're going to be parents!"

  I sigh. I think there was a part of me that was worried about his and Becky's relationship. If they weren't close, what did that mean for our children? "I need to tell you something."

  "Anything."

  "I saw her—Becky. She found me. Tonight, right before you picked me up."

  Matt's eyes close. "Fuck, I'm so overwhelmed with you that I never thought about you two at the same college."

  "So you knew she was there?"

  "Of course I did. I mean, I'm paying the bill. I didn't help her move in only because her mom wanted to. We agree to coexist."

  "How do you think she'll feel about being a big sister?"

  "She already is," Matt says. "Her mom has other kids. Becky is great with them."

  "It was so good to see her. I’ve missed her, but I'm afraid she's going to hate me."

  "Never. Once best friends, always best friends."

  I scrunch my nose. "And you don't think it's a little weird that I'm having my best friend's father's baby?"

  Holy cow! The reality hits me. I’m having my best friend’s dad’s baby!

  Matt laughs. "You're having my baby. The rest is just bonus."

  I shake my head. "She lives three doors down from me."

  Matt scans the pool deck and beyond. "Unless you're saying she lives in that house over there, then you're wrong."

  "At the dorm."

  "Sophia Hawkins, soon to be Hamilton, my baby is not living on dorm food or resting on some bed that eight years’ worth of freshmen have slept and screwed on."

  "But..."

  "But what? Now you have a car. You can drive to classes."

  I shake my head. "I can't cook."

  Matt's smile grows. "That's okay. I have a cook."

  I look around. "You do? I've never seen her."

  "She doesn't live here. And she also knows about you. She's giving us our privacy."

  "But…what about my clothes?"

  "We'll move your stuff here as soon as possible."

  "I can't go to class tomorrow in the same sundress."

  Matt reaches for my hand and pulls me into the house. "Come with me."

  As we go up the stairs, I ask, "Is this my lesson on your ability to stay erect?"

  He peers over his broad shoulder with a grin. "No, but it could be."

  Entering his room, he bypasses the bed and leads me toward his closet. I've been in there before. Like everything else in this house, it's big. This time, my steps stop at the entry. One side is filled with women's clothes. Dresses, slacks, jeans, and tops. There's a rack filled with all different styles of shoes.

  I reach for a shoe. It's my size.

  I pull a dress from the hanger. It's my size.

  "How?"

  "I'm a man of many talents."

  "Matt?"

  "Okay. It wasn't me. I hired a personal shopper." His green eyes shine. "She can buy your maternity clothes too, or you can. The particulars are up to you."

  I look down at my stomach. With only few of the buttons on his shirt closed, I can see my tanned skin and my hip bones. "Pregnant."

  I sink to the soft carpet.

  Matt follows after me, landing on his knees.

  Matt

  Oh no. Is she sick? Sophie's cheeks are pale and so are her lips. "Sophie, are you all right? What's the matter?"

  "Matt, I'm pregnant."

  My cheeks rise. "Yes, we've established that. Do you want to get a test to be sure?"

  "I'm going to get fat. Will you still like me when I'm fat?"

  "No."

  Her blue eyes widen and immediately fill with tears.

  I pull her close. "Stop. I won't like you...well, I will. I will love you. I do, forever and always." I stroke her long hair. "I think I always have. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were sunshine. You still are, Sophie. That’s what you bring to my life.

  "I live in the Sunshine State and somehow the sun forgot to shine on me. Until you. In the short time we've been together, my whole world has changed. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, I think of you. I can't wait to finish my latest business deal so I can be with you.

  "You've given me a purpose to breathe." I touch her stomach, splaying my fingers over her warm skin. "And the night you gave me the honor of your most prized possession we made a baby. It's a miracle and so are you. There is nothing I won't do for you because you have done everything for me."

  My speech is real and from the heart. It was supposed to make her happy, but instead, more tears fall from her closed eyes and down her cheeks.

  I push her to arm's length and stare. "Open your eyes." She immediately obeys. The lifting of her lids is like opening a floodgate, allowing more tears to fall. "Is this wrong? Do you not want me?"

  She lifts the tails of my shirt that she's wearing, exposing her sensual body, and wipes her eyes. "I can't believe you've made all my fantasies real. When my parents died, I thought I'd never have a real family again. You've given me everything I've ever dreamed of. I don't only love you, but I want you."

  I narrow my gaze. "You want me?"

  She nods, once again tucking her lip behind her teeth.

  Reaching down to my unbuttoned jeans, I fist my cock. Its width grows at my own touch. "How about this? Do you want my dick? Does your pussy want it?"

  Her lip breaks free. "So fucking bad. I'm not experienced enough to know, but I think it's the hormones. Every second I'm awake, I need to have you inside me."

  I look over her shoulder. "Our bed is right over there."

  "Ours?"

  "Yes, ours."

  She shakes her head. "It is, but I need you right now, right here. Slow and gentle. Let's show our baby that Mommy and Daddy love one another even on the closet floor."

  I push my jeans and boxers down as she lies back and spreads her legs. The tip of my cock slips through her warm come as it delves deep in her core. "Your wish is my command."

  Two days later, I'm reading my tablet next to the pool as Sophie sleeps under an umbrella. She's so adorable. Though I know it's our baby making
her tired, I've done my part. It's Saturday afternoon, and we've already had sex two times. Three, but once we never really ended.

  She is unquenchable, and I love every minute of it.

  Her fantasies have also taken on a more domineering tone. Last night, when she asked me to tie her hands, I remembered Dr. Kizer’s words about trust. Even in this short time, Sophie trusts me with her love, body, and fantasies. I have no doubt that she is my every dream, fantasy, and life.

  Before our little bondage session, we had dinner with her grandparents. It started as I predicted. They were shocked at my age and weren't happy—with either of us. But I told them what I've told Sophie. I love her. I have loved and will love her forever, and more than life itself, I need to have her. I will spend the rest of my life making sure she's happy.

  If that means she finishes college while married and a mother, then so be it. If it means after this semester, she'll take me up on the offer to quit school and go straight to running the events of our company, that is fine too. If she decides to stay home and pop out a million babies, that is also fine. My goal is to make her fantasies come true—no matter what they include.

  I'm not convinced that her grandparents believe me, but I understand. Actions speak louder than words. Right now, my action is moving her into our home. In two weeks, we're taking the weekend and going to Key West. I'd said we'd be married here at the house, but Sophie wanted something else. I was willing to go to someplace more exotic, but Sophie is afraid for her grandparents to travel that far.

  In two weeks, the stunning sleeping woman under the umbrella will be Sophie Hamilton. We only have one more person to invite.

  I pick up my phone and open my recent calls. Taking a deep breath, I hit CALL.

  "Hey, Beck. It's Dad."

  "Hi."

  "Do you have time for lunch with your old man tomorrow?"

  "Gosh, I don't know. I could probably pencil you in." Her laughter makes me smile. "Guess who I saw?"

  "Who?" I ask, knowing her answer.

  "You'll never believe it. I don't know if you remember her but Sophie Hawkins. She was my best friend when we were younger."

  I take a deep breath and look over at Sophie. "I remember."

  "She's here. Well, I haven't seen her for the last few days, but she lives right down the hall from me."